This card game is kind of weird

Chapter 114 VIP Customer Receptionist

As soon as I got out of the elevator door on Wednesday, I saw a bunch of players gathered in the lobby, surrounded by ghosts and human corpses.

The mutilated arm...

No matter how bloody the scene is, it can be seen that there has been a fierce battle at first glance.

He suddenly lost the mood to play tricks on the long-tongued ghost, and walked to the players with a serious expression.

They all looked exhausted, and some of them still had obvious bloodstains on their bodies, which was really miserable.

After asking a few words in a low voice, Wednesday roughly understood the process of the matter.

Late last night, around the time when the long-tongued ghost started to attack, many evil spirits who lived next door to humans began to move around.

It is really hard for them to let go of the temptation of this fresh food...

But obviously, few players can fall asleep peacefully in this environment, even if they are sleepy in a daze, they will wake up immediately after hearing that strange movement!
and so…

A "fierce" fight ensued between the two sides.

It's a pity that human beings are too fragile. Most of them encountered such an event for the first time. Only some people thought of the existence of "cards", and among them, only a few people successfully survived the first time. attack!
According to the surviving players, no matter whether they succeed or not, all the evil spirits will only attack for the first time.

This is the greatest luck.

But despite this, four players died in this "sneak attack".

There is no time to grieve for too long, and the bank's working hours are "7 o'clock".

The long-tongued ghost demonstrated his face-changing incisively and vividly. As soon as he saw a few people entering the bank, he put on a foul face and blocked them.

"You all go to the locker room! Go to work immediately! Who dares to be a second later, I tore his mouth!"

How can there be a "good stubble" who can survive now?
They not only escaped an unexpected attack by evil spirits, but also survived the intensive reception and cleaning work.And at this time... how can they not feel the power of "rules"?

Whether it was the long-tongued ghost who didn't attack them casually, or the only attack last night, it seemed to illustrate the "regularity" of this game.

Although this "regularity" restricts them, it also protects them.

So, now that they heard the bad words of the long-tongued ghost, they acted accordingly, but their expressions were extraordinarily disdainful.

"Bug, you stay!"

On Wednesday, he could feel that this sentence was said to himself, so he turned his head with a smile: "Leader, what do you need from me?"

He originally thought that the long-tongued ghost was looking for trouble because of things at night, but he just said unwillingly, "The supervisor told you to go to the meeting room to look for it."

After explaining, it turned and left.

Standing on the spot on Wednesday, frowning slightly, he really couldn't think of what the puppet supervisor could do to find him.

He walked slowly towards the meeting room with doubts.

At this time, the suit puppet was sitting on the table motionless, like a dead thing.

After seeing Wednesday walk in, it slowly turned its head: "You are here."

"Director, what can you do for me?"

Hearing Wednesday's question, the suit puppet snapped its fingers.

The space in front of it twisted strangely, and then a silver task card appeared in his palm.

"Due to your excellent performance yesterday and the recommendation of the bank's senior management, I am honored to inform you...you have been promoted."

On Wednesday, he was stunned. He didn't expect to be promoted after only one day of work?
Or is it because of the recommendation of the bank's senior management?
I don't even know the senior management of the bank... Could it be cheating in a card game?

Just as Wednesday was full of doubts, Suit Puppet threw him the silver work card.

Reach out and catch.

He looked at the text "VIP Exclusive Window Teller" on the silver work badge and asked, "This is it?"

The puppet in the suit said in a mechanical voice: "As you can see, you will be responsible for receiving the VIP customers of this bank. It is a great honor for you. Every VIP customer is an important asset of our bank. If you lose a VIP guest, then you..."

Its voice paused, and then the face carved from wood became eerie: "Death is not a pity!"

On Wednesday, the pupils shrank slightly, and I called him a good guy in my heart.

How does this become more dangerous as you get promoted?

VIP guests are definitely stronger and harder to serve than ordinary guests.

Once you make a mistake, the consequences are unimaginable.

Is this cheating or death?

Wednesday wanted an excuse to say no. He didn't want to rely on this kind of systematic means to get a position that didn't belong to him. He liked fairness.

But before he could open his mouth, the puppet in a suit said first: "You don't need guest reviews at the VIP window, I can guarantee that you can live in a high-end dormitory every day, and you can be promoted to deputy manager as long as you work for three days. "

The head that had just been raised on Wednesday slowly lowered again, swallowing the words of refusal.

It was mainly the position of deputy general manager that made him a little curious.

And... a higher position should also represent a higher power, right?

Maybe it can increase the survival rate of humans entering the game?
"Supervisor, what is the scope of work of the deputy general manager you mentioned?"

The puppet in the suit said: "To manage the ghost employees and human employees, in simple terms, as long as you take the position of deputy general manager, you are the biggest in the whole bank except for me and the president."

Eyelids twitched on Wednesday.

I have to say, he was moved.

Just working in the VIP window for three days, he can reach the position of deputy general manager.

Isn't this a very simple thing?
It's worth fighting for!
"Supervisor, leave it to me." Wednesday said without hesitation, he picked up the silver work badge and hung it on his chest.

"Very well, your workplace is in area C, go."

The puppet in a suit said calmly.

As soon as Wednesday left, the long-tongued ghost walked out from the back door of the meeting room.

At this time, its face was full of joy: "Director, this idiot actually agreed to be the teller at the VIP window... Hahaha! Let him die!"

The bank executive who recommended Wednesday's promotion is a gossip!

It found that it could not kill Wednesday head-on under the rules, so it came up with this method of killing people with a knife.

When the puppet in the suit heard its words, there was neither sadness nor joy on its face: "Long Tongue, don't you like him?"

The long-tongued ghost took things for granted: "Director, you also know that no employee has ever survived three days in the VIP window. Those VIP customers are very difficult to serve! They will kill people if they are not satisfied at all. Even the evil ghost The employee can't survive three days, let alone he is still a human. I bet he can't even survive the first day!"

The puppet in the suit tilted his head: "I bet he can live for two days, and the wager is the blood-red wine in your hand."

Hearing his words, the smile on Long Tongue Ghost's face froze.

But he quickly adjusted, and at the same time said with a flattering face: "Director, you still like drinking so much. If you like it, I will give it to you directly."

The puppet in a suit was quite satisfied with his answer, so he glanced at him and said, "I have a heart."

(End of this chapter)